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What's the dumbest idea you had at age when you shouldn't be that dumb?
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Remember those Nerf indoor putting sets? Well, I had the bright idea of using a real golf ball, which was much heavier than the rubber ones it came with, and ended up breaking the front window pane. My parents were away at the time, but it didn't take long for them to find out when they came back. I came right out and told them as I couldn't stand the guilt.
I just thought of another dumb thing that ran inside my brain. When I was a senior in high school I moved from a small Oklahoma town called Perry to a city named Lawton. It's about a hours drive,maybe longer. I moved back because my dad lived in Perry and I got into a fight with him, yet I loved going to high school in Perry. That was were my friends were and frankly that might have been one of the few times in my life I felt happy.
Somehow I was so desperate I even thought it would be feasible for me to live in Lawton, take a 1 hour trip on bus and go to school and then take a 1 hour trip back to Lawton. I even went down to the bus station and looked at their schedules.
This didn't happen so I got depressed, discovered TNG and sci-fi, gained all my weight back and eventually became me.
Jason
Somehow I was so desperate I even thought it would be feasible for me to live in Lawton, take a 1 hour trip on bus and go to school and then take a 1 hour trip back to Lawton. I even went down to the bus station and looked at their schedules.
This didn't happen so I got depressed, discovered TNG and sci-fi, gained all my weight back and eventually became me.
Jason
I only just recently discovered that Holland is not a country, but simply a region of The Netherlands.
Clearly, geography is not my strong suit.
Beats me. I thought it was a submarine
Depending on enrollment laws/policy, a hour trip one way is doable. My bus drive was 50 min one way.
When I was in middle school, a friend of mine was out for a year when his dad went on sabbatical and the whole family temporarily moved to another state. When he got back, he told us all kinds of stories to amuse us. One of those stories was that, when he was in school, he could hear the behaviorally-challenged kids in the next room, room 503, making a lot of noise and "climbing the walls."
To make a long story short, over the course of the next year, we had a falling out, due to his erratic behavior, that culminated in his attempt to implicate me in something I didn't do.
It wasn't until years later that I realized, if he'd been put next door to room 503, and the kids were really that bad, and there were really that many of them, then what did that mean about who was being put in room 502, or whichever room number was his? I mean, at our school we never had that many extremely behaviorally-challenged kids to begin with. Thinking back, I realized that he had been always getting in trouble, and given things that I'd witnessed at his home, the strict way his parents had tried to discipline him, it didn't strike me as implausible that his parents might have tried something more drastic, like temporary institutionalization, especially at a time when no one at home would be the wiser.
I never knew one way or the other, because, as I said, we had a falling out, and I never trusted him enough to have anything to do with him after that incident in question. But I did have the feeling of things clicking on realizing at least the possibility that there was more to his story about room 503 than he was suggesting there was on its surface.
I guess the dumb idea here is not asking well who was in room 502 in the first place!
To make a long story short, over the course of the next year, we had a falling out, due to his erratic behavior, that culminated in his attempt to implicate me in something I didn't do.
It wasn't until years later that I realized, if he'd been put next door to room 503, and the kids were really that bad, and there were really that many of them, then what did that mean about who was being put in room 502, or whichever room number was his? I mean, at our school we never had that many extremely behaviorally-challenged kids to begin with. Thinking back, I realized that he had been always getting in trouble, and given things that I'd witnessed at his home, the strict way his parents had tried to discipline him, it didn't strike me as implausible that his parents might have tried something more drastic, like temporary institutionalization, especially at a time when no one at home would be the wiser.
I never knew one way or the other, because, as I said, we had a falling out, and I never trusted him enough to have anything to do with him after that incident in question. But I did have the feeling of things clicking on realizing at least the possibility that there was more to his story about room 503 than he was suggesting there was on its surface.
I guess the dumb idea here is not asking well who was in room 502 in the first place!
Near me is a city called Cardiff. There's an area of Cardiff called Radyr (pronounced RAD-duh), and not too far away is the Welsh College of Music and Drama. (BBC Wales also used to have studios in Llandaf, near Radyr).
There's a famous acting school in London called RADA (The Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts), pronounced Rah-duh.
For too long, whenever anyone described an actor as being RADA-trained, I was convinced they meant they'd learned their skills in the Welsh College of Music and Drama in Radyr but had got the pronounciation wrong. Something you get used to living in Wales.
It wasn't until I read "RADA-trained", I realised my mistake.
There's a famous acting school in London called RADA (The Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts), pronounced Rah-duh.
For too long, whenever anyone described an actor as being RADA-trained, I was convinced they meant they'd learned their skills in the Welsh College of Music and Drama in Radyr but had got the pronounciation wrong. Something you get used to living in Wales.
It wasn't until I read "RADA-trained", I realised my mistake.
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